Resta con me • Chapter 2 (angol fordítás)

RESTA CON ME

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fordította: Kaede

Chapter 2

 An Unexpected Twist

On a Friday night he stood in front of me with an invitation.

“What is this?” I looked at the card.

“A party. It's my best friend's birthday. Many people will be present that I have a good relationship with. Many of them are from Milan and other teams.”

“I see, but what does it have to do with me?” I didn't understand.

“I'd be glad if you came with me.” He looked at me with hopeful eyes.

“But why? I don't know anyone, and I don't even like football. I don't fit in your group.”

“This invitation is for two and I would like you to accompany me.”

“Look...”

“I don't want you to be alone at home. You barely go out, and this way you could get to know a couple of people. There will be even photographers who may even offer you a job.”

“Alright. I'll go and, thank you for the invitation”

I thanked him gratefully but then a question came into my mind “Stephan, what kind of clothes are required? Should I dress up or loose clothing is okay?”

“It's a private party, I'll be dressed elegantly. A shirt and black trousers.”

“Then I need a dress that won't put you to shame.”

“I've got an idea.” He sat down on the chair. “I could ask my best friend's sister to help you explore the shops and choose some sexy clothes.”

“Look, I'll just go to some...”

“Why don't you accept my help?”

“I do accept it, I just don't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.” I looked at him which caused him to step closer and take my hand.

           “To me nothing is unnecessary if it's about you." he said and as he looked into my eyes for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. Since I wanted to avoid it by all means it was me who broke the idyllic moment.

“I'm totally free tomorrow. Tell her I'm ready when she is.”

“Of course... of course. I'll go and talk to her.” then he left the room and I began to think about what had just happened earlier.

In the morning Stephan knocked on my door.

“Good morning! I talked to Helena and it's perfect, she planned to buy her dress today too.”

“Good. It's luck that I didn't get any assignments for today either.”

“She said she'll be here around 10 o'clock.”

“Great, I'm sure I'll be ready by then. And where are you gonna be?”

“I'm going to practice, then look for some gift.”

“Okay. Helena is a nice girl, right?”

“Yeah. She's very kind and decent. I think you will get along just fine. At least I hope so.”

“Me too. You know, it would be nice to have a friend as I haven't made friends with those whom I work and go to school with.”

“Helena is very sociable. She is the total opposite of her brother. When you get to know Zlatan, I'm warning you, he isn't the same person that he pretends to be.”

“Why?” I asked while making my bed.

“He's one of those quite stuck-up kind of guys. He may seem a little bit egoistic at first, but I've always could count on him in everything. He's a good friend. And his sister is the opposite. Especially because she is very beautiful.

“Have a liking to her?” I joked.

“No, not at all. I like... another girl at the moment.” He looked at me and again,

awkward silence settled on us.

            “I understand. Now... I'll go and get dressed.” I told him, and when he realized what I was getting at he left me alone. I did not really know what to think of the things he said.

I wanted to get more from Stephan than a simple "good night, good morning", but I didn't have enough courage to make a move. Sometimes I felt like he was looking at me in a different way, but then I remembered that if I were to take the first step and he wasn't referring to me then I would just embarrass myself and I don't want any of that.

The voice of the doorbell brought me back to reality from my thoughts. Stephan opened the door and I went out to greet the unknown guest. I saw two people in the doorway. I felt so anxious since I didn't know who they were. I saw a beautiful blonde, long-haired girl and a tall, somewhat strict looking long-haired, very handsome man. They were chatting in Italian; I understood it for the most part .

“Hi, I'm Helena,” the girl said in a friendly way, extending her manicured hand for a handshake. She was wearing a summer floral skirt and a blue low cut lace top.”You must be Lili.”

“Yeah.”

"Stephan has told me a lot about you," the man said in a deeper voice.”I'm Zlatan.”

“Lili.” I gave him a smile.

“How come you are here too?” Stephan inquired.

“I thought I would come for you. Also I wanted to see whom my sister is going to shop with.”

“Keep calm, I'm not going to spend too much money.”

“Are you ready?” Helena looked at me.

“I think so.” I replied in a hurry, confused.

“Stephan has told me a lot about you. I guess he didn't play me false when – ”

“What if we sat down? Then I'll make coffee to make everyone's day better.”

Stephan interrupted his friend.

We had coffee quickly then started to explore the city with Helena. Thanks to the beautiful sunshine I was suddenly in the mood to walk all day. And Helena was of great help. I got to know a nice and funny girl. She told me she was working as a hairdresser and she also had a small clothing store. She came here from Sweden about two years ago and luckily she got a job right away. More and more people are looking her up and through her brother she gets several famous guests. Around four o'clock in the afternoon, after a vast amount of laughing and trying clothes on we went to an elegant shop. Helena immediately noticed a golden dress.

“Try this on.” She gave it to me.

“I don't like gold.”

“It's okay, it'll fit well, and Stephan won't be able to catch his breath."

"But I do want him to catch his breath," I smiled at her, but after all I went into the fitting room.

I tried it on and surprisingly I preferred this one over the previous pieces of clothing, though I found it a bit pretentious because of its plunging neckline; but except for this I awfully liked it.

“So, what is it like?" Helena peeped in. “Wow, this is totally awesome. You'll even look better than me in the end.”

“I don't think so.”

“If you'd like I could do your hair, paint your nails and – “

“I don't want to – “

“What? Come on. Stephan didn't invite you for nothing.”

“He invited me so I wouldn't be alone at home and he wouldn't be all by himself at the party. I guess he finds it awkward or something.” I cut in while I took off my dress.

“Bullshit! Zlatan told me that since he got to know you he's been talking about nothing but you and not as a flatmate.”

“How then? I hope he isn't planning on introducing me as his girlfriend.”

“Why would it be a problem? Don't you like him?”

“I do. He is very good-looking, seriously, but I'm scared.” I admitted.

“From what?” she asked tentatively.

“Maybe you and your brother might misunderstand him. What if I'm gonna make a move and then... I come a cropper?” I looked at her questioningly as I paid for the dress.

“I think you're just a coward.”

“That's not the case,” I denied.

“Okay, tell me at least five things you love about Stephan.”

“Let's see…” I thought. “I love that he's kind, intelligent, attentive, I love his eyes and his hair and ...”

"Told ya'," she cut me off as we went out into the noisy street. “It can be seen in your eyes when you're thinking about him that you have feelings for him.”

“All right, you are right. You know, when I'm thinking of what kissing him would be like... such a wonderful shiver goes through me.”

“Promise you would hit on him on Saturday?”

“I ...”

“Do it for my sake!” She pleaded with me.

“I'll try, I promise.” I gave a smile then we got in the car.

On Saturday I was so nervous that I dropped or broke everything or I teared apart most of the things I took in my hands. Stephan went to practice and I was waiting for Helena. I was running around in the flat wearing a bathrobe when someone rang the doorbell. I opened it quickly, however not Helena but Zlatan stood in the entrance. I was surprised for a moment and I wasn't able to say anything. Zlatan was very handsome and tall. Owing to my flusteration the only thing I could breathe out was:

“Hi. Stephan is not here.”

“Okay, not a problem. I should already be where he is, but I promised my sister that I would hand you over these.” then he lent me a bag.

“What are these?” I inquired.

“Women's stuff. It's not my cup of tea because my girlfriend never packs her things in front of me.”

“Oh!" I was surprised but I should've thought that such an attractive guy couldn't be single. “Is she coming tonight too?”

“No... at the moment we're... not really together. Anyway, I'll go now. Bye.”

"Bye, and thanks," I told him quickly.

The bag contained a wonderful underwear set and an expensive perfume. I was wondering when Helena would arrive already when my phone rang.

“Come down, please!” I heard Helena. “My belongings are a bit heavy.”

“I'll hurry,” I ran to help her. She brought all kinds of hair curlers and a huge box.

“What's in this box?” I asked.

“A few cool clothes.”

“But I already have a dress.”

“Yeah, but if you tried these on too – “

“Come on, Helena! The gold one is fine. Just do my hair and let's move on. Stephan could come back at any moment.”

“I see Zlatan gave you the bag.”

"Yes, he was here and he acted quite strangely.”

“Probably he hasn't woken up properly yet. Did he comment on the stuff?”

“No... the only thing he mentioned was that his girlfriend doesn't show these to him.”

“Alexandra... Nevermind.”

“He said something like they aren't together at the moment.”

“You know... they have a very special relationship. They started dating six months ago when Alexandra furnished his apartment. Zlatan loves Alexandra very much, but she... well, let's say she's free-spirited.”

“If I had such a handsome boyfriend I would never want anyone else,” I said honestly.

“My brother has changed a lot for her. He was even more arrogant and more of an asshole. Come, let's wash your hair,” she invited me to the washbasin.

In the evening at 7 o'clock I was standing in front of the mirror with Helena with a flawless look, a new hair and a new manicure. The boys arrived and we walked into the bathroom.

“We gotta go girls!” Zlatan knocked on the door. “You've been there long enough.”

“Coming,” Then we opened the door and walked out.

Helena wore a cream-colored dress with a black silk belt on her waist. She curled her beautiful blond hair. My hair was pinned on side, falling on my shoulder.

“Well, you two give your best,” Stephan came out of the room. “You are very beautiful.”

"You look good, too." I complimented him, then he took my hand and we got in the car.

The party was very lovely. It was a disco. The music created a huge party atmosphere. I met many celebrities and I drank a couple of cocktails. The one being celebrated was a former Milan player whom Stephan introduced me to: Philippe Mexes.

“Hi. Happy Birthday!”

“Hello, thanks. I'm glad they managed to persuade you into coming here.”

“Thank you for inviting me.”

“I hope you're having a good time.”

“ Yeah, everything is amazing.”

“What's up?” Stephan joined us.

“We were just having a chat," I said.

“Sorry, I have to go now.”

“Okay, we'll catch up later." Stephan shouted after him, then turned to me. “Wanna dance with me?”

“I do.” a kindled look in my eyes showed itself.

We danced a lot and I had a very good time. I almost felt like the only person in the room was Stephan with me. Embracing him all night gave me such a good feeling. I totally forgot about Helena, but I hoped that she was having at least as much fun as me.

"You are extremely beautiful." he looked deeply into my eyes.

“It's just a little makeup and a new dress.”

“It's so good that you're with me... you know I... I think it wasn't by accident that we met, because, I – “

“Stephan, oh god!” A woman with red-hair in a black-red dress threw her arms around Stephan and kissed him on the mouth.

I immediately froze on the spot. Suddenly I thought I wasn't seeing things properly. However, after they had finished the girl turned to me.

“Don't you want to introduce me to your dance partner, sweetheart?”

“Victoria, we broke up two months ago.”

“Of course... I'm Victoria. Stephan's girlfriend.”

“Lili,” I introduced myself, but inside I felt like the ground was going to open beneath me.

“She isn't my girlfriend. We broke up two months ago. We hadn't been together when I met you,” he made excuses.

“That's why you slept at mine last week...”

“I didn't sleep at your place...”

“How true, we did not just sleep after all," she grinned impishly and kissed him again.

I decided I had enough of this and I went to the bar. Helena was talking to a blond-haired boy but when she saw me she walked over to me.

“What's wrong?”

“Let's get some air, please!”

“All right.” then we went out to the yard.

“Stephan fooled me... and so did you... and everyone! "I shouted not caring about the staring crowd.

“Wait, why?”

“He has a girlfriend.”

“What?”

“Yes, he has a girlfriend whom you didn't even mention.”

“I'm sorry, but I have no idea who you are talking about. As I know, he is single.”

“Victoria; rings a bell?”

“But they aren't together anymore... Stephan dumped her because she's a cheap slut who is only into footballers so she can appear in magazines.”

“Look, I don't care, but she's just came to us then kissed Stephan. Just like that... and then she said that last week before I moved in he slept at her place and they had sex.”

“Calm down – ”

“Lili, I've been looking for you everywhere.” Stephan stepped out.

“Go back to your girlfriend!” I raised my voice in anger.

“She isn't my girlfriend. Just a... great love from the past.”

“Leave me alone, okay?! I don't want to stand between anyone. Really. I…”

“Lili please!”

“I'm going back. It's the two of you who should discuss it,” Helena said and left us alone.

“Listen, I asked you to come because I want to be with you and not with her.”

“You really should've mentioned that – “

“It was just one night and you hadn't live with me yet.”

“Look, we're not together after all, so you do what you want to do. I'm going home.”

“No, don't go! Be with me, please.” then he took my hand and pulled me close.

By virtue of his smell I almost gave in but then Victoria came outside.

“Honey, won't you come in?”

“I ...”

“Go!” then I left them and I went to the dance floor.

I wanted to talk to Zlatan and ask him to take me home but apparently he was making out with a black-haired girl. I thought I would send a message to Helena telling her I left. I called a taxi and went home. Since I couldn't sleep I started to switch the channels on TV while thinking about Stephan. I felt betrayed, but I was aware that I had no reason to as we weren't a couple, however I was hurt because I felt cheated. 

I contemplated so much that soon I fell asleep.

In the morning I woke up to a great clamour coming from the kitchen. I believed it to be Stephan. I climbed out of bed, however in the kitchen I didn't find him but Victoria. She wore a man's shirt and a red thong. She was trying to pick up the broken pieces of the mug barefoot when she noticed that I entered the kitchen.

“Good morning!” she smiled at me kindly.

“You too. Can I help you?”

"No, I just wanted to grab a coffee for Stephan, but I'm a bit hung over.”

“It's okay, but Stephan doesn't like that. Lately he's been drinking this kind.” then I took some regular coffee out from an another bottle.

“Got it, thanks.” she said sounding like I was better off.

I went into my bathroom and changed. I was thinking of calling Helena and asking her what she was up to, but it was just the answering machine replying. I persuaded her into calling me then I turned on my laptop and checked the tasks that need to be done next week. I had three assignments which was something I felt sad for as I loved it when I had a lot of work. I never take on a job on the two days on which I have school because the lessons make me pretty tired, but three tasks aren't enough.

Around eleven my phone rang and Helena appeared on the screen.

Resta con me • Chapter 1 (angol fordítás)

RESTA CON ME

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fordította: Lena412

Chapter 1
the new flat

“And I have not lived with a girl. But come on, look around.” He closed the conversation off quickly and went ahead to open the big, iron gate for me. “The neighbours are really nice. I live on the fourth floor which means there is no lift but it’s a good workout and there aren't that many stairs,” he explained while we were heading upstairs. “I pay €3500 a month which is not that much I think. Of course, compared to my salary, it’s very good. There is a jacuzzi, a fireplace and the view from the balcony if amazing. Then come in.” He opened he door.

When I stepped in the only thing I could think of to describe it was: wonderful. The flat had two bathrooms, a big kitchen and two double rooms. In the middle of the living room, there stood a huge, white fireplace.

“I don’t really use it, you don’t need to in this heat. Drink?” He stepped towards the kitchen.

“This ...” The view took my breath away. “Beautiful.” I breathed. “I’ll have a glass of water.”

“Look around freely. There is a completely empty room where my teammate lived previously, you could move in there. There are two bathrooms, so we won’t argue, we can sort out which one would be yours and which one would be mine.”

“Which one do you use now?” I asked as I opened the door into Stephan’s room. Jerseys hung from the wall while a huge king size bed filled up the place.

“Wi-fi’s free, you can use it. Come in.” He stepped behind me with the glass of water.

“I don’t want to invade your–”

“Then look at the view,” he cut in. “It’s beautiful this time.”

“Okay,” I agreed and headed for the balcony. The lights of the city were gorgeous.

“What do you think?” He stepped next to me with two glasses. “Here you go, your water.” And he extended one of the glasses for me.

“Thanks. I thought about it, and your flat is beautiful, it is closer to my work than the current one, but–”

“What if we held a trial time? Maximum of two months if that’s good for you and if you don’t like it I won’t get offended if you don’t want to live together, just let’s try.” He looked at me sweetly and smiled. “The price of the camera.”

“How much time do I have to think about the offer?” I asked.

“All of it. There is not another tenant yet, I really hate living alone.”

“Me too,” I admitted. “Would you take me home? I’ll start early tomorrow, and I have to look through the photos as well.”

“All right, I’ll bring the car keys,” he said, and I followed him. I looked through the flat one more time and I’d loved to move in right now. Arriving home, I thanked him the nice night and we said goodbye.

“Then, I’ll call you,” Stephan said out the window.

“I promise I’ll let you know by the end of the month.” I smiled at him and stepped through my doorway.

The following month I thought about Stephen’s offer a lot, and about him as well; his style and aura caught me. I found myself thinking when I was working what it would be like to shoot photos of him. He’d be a great model, not only because he is handsome but because of his job - they shot photos of him many times, but we couldn’t meet in those because we were occupied by our lives. On a Wednesday, during work my phone rang. It was my landlord and I answered a bit scared and as it turned out I was right to be.

“Hi, Lili. Did you find a new place for yourself?” He asked, and I heard on his voice that he was hopeful.

“I ... don’t know. I was searching and there is a few good places but I’m not sure which one will be fit.”

“That’s not good.”

“Why? I have some time left still,” I stated.

“The thing is that not that much. I know I said September, but it would be best if my kin could move in in August. I’m sorry.”

“But that’s only two weeks,” I said, frightened. “How should I find–”

“I think you had enough time,” he said, flatly. “I’m sorry, but that’s it. Good luck in your life, I’ll call you about the details.” And I heard the beep in the phone.

Impotence filled me up, I was so clueless and sad; I remembered Stephan, but I was a bit scared to call him. After I finished the shoot, I collected all my strength and dialled his number and a sleepy voice spoke into the phone.

“Hello, who is it?”

“Hi, it’s Lili. Uhm ... I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“You did, but it’s okay. I had to wake up anyway. I was out with friends yesterday. Why did you call? Is everything all right?”

“Yes ... Well ... Not really,” I stuttered into the phone.

“What’s wrong?”

“I need to move out sooner and if you still have that extra room ... Then I’d ...”

“Of course. You can move in tomorrow, if you want I can help with the packing.”

“I can manage by myself but ... I do hope I will not be bothering.”

“Ah ... What more, I’m glad.” I can hear the honesty in his voice which felt so good. “When are you packing? I really would help.”

“Okay. I’ll be done with work around ... three, and I’ll call you after.”

“Super, I’ll have time today. Call me then.”

“All right, bye.” I ended the call.

I couldn’t wait for the shoot to be over; we were shooting in a shopping centre which I like because the lights are good, and I can shoot more than one styled picture in one place.

I arrived home at four and dialled Stephan’s number and after half-an-hour he was here with a mover’s van.

“I don’t even have this many stuff.” I laughed when I saw the van.

“Doesn’t matter, we don’t have to turn twice,” he muttered, and his sunglasses shone brightly in the sunlight.

Because I owned clothes mostly, at eight I was packing into my new wardrobe; my room was wonderful. There was a king-sized bed in the middle of the room with purple furniture and under the window was a desk onto which I could put my laptop, and on the wall, there was a plasma TV which I could watch comfortably from my bed. After dinner I was terribly tired and all I wanted was to tuck myself into bed when Stephen had an idea.

“What about a moving in party? I’ll call over my friends and you can get to know them.”

“Tell me, do you party constantly?” I looked at him.

“No, only occasionally, but then I do like to.”

“Tomorrow maybe, okay? I am really tired, I woke up fairly early.”

“All right. Then go into the bath, and we’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Okay. Good night.”

“Good night. I’m glad you’re here,” he said and I walked into my bathroom.

The bed was so comfortable that if I wouldn’t have set my alarm, I would have been late for school. I couldn’t find Stephan at home, he might have gone to practice or something. I had a good time in the new flat and we started to get together with Stephan too.

On a Friday night he stood in front of me with and invitation.

You can run • Dramione short story (angol fordítás)

You can run

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fordította: KaedeVM

Draco Malfoy, without a sound, stooped over a long map which portrayed different European countries. Some countries and cities were marked with a tiny 'x', indicating that the blond-haired ex-Slytherin boy didn't need to worry about them anymore.

Five long years have passed since the battle of Hogwarts and since then Draco ticked off only six places on the map. To his great dismay the others remained unknown to him – he's been struggling for years to put down the still breathing member of the Order of the Phoenix, once and for all.

He simply could not find her, yet the Death Eaters had spies almost everywhere, moreover since Voldemort came to power no one dared to go against him, especially because they were terrified of him. Draco also saw how the Dark Lord punished those who didn't pledge their loyalty to him. The memory lived vividly in his mind; how Ron Weasley turned to him with his last breath and then, after spitting a great amount of blood onto the floor, he asked Malfoy how he isable to look in the mirror after those? The young Death Eater did not answer, just kicked the other man's side and let him bleed to death on the floor after a Curse of Sectumsempra.

The past five years have deeply changed Draco, even he noticed the shift in himself, not just his mother, Narcissa, who watched with despair what has become of his son. He turned cruel, just like how the Dark Lord wanted him.

A knock out of the blue pulled him out of his thoughts, he glared at the door which immediately opened and the older Malfoy entered the study. The oak door closed in silence behind him – Draco immediately knew why his father came to visit him.

“The Lord asks, my son, how the mission is going,” The voice of Lucius sounded strangely silent as if he was afraid of the answer.
“I need more time,” came the response succinctly, after which the older man swallowed.
“Still?”

Draco suddenly felt a strong urge to curse him and send his father to the otherworld. 

As the years passed, he could no longer tolerate his father, particularly when he wanted to tell him what to do. And the younger Malfoy didn't like it when someone tried to control him.

“I'm close to finding her,” he finally gave an answer to his father, then directed his attention back to the paper lying in front of him.
“You've been saying this for months,” Lucius shook his head. “The Lord is impatient, Draco, you know what we could lose...”

"The Lord," the blond-boy cited the word mockingly “I'm sure he can wait a little bit longer.”

And with that sentence the young Death Eater considered the conversation with his father to be closed, who after a quiet sigh left his old study room. Draco went back to indulge in the analysis of the map, but he could not figure out on what basis has the last living member of the order been moving. He could see no connection between the marked villages and cities, which made him even more furious. He did not even notice that his fingers were gripping the black marble table firmly until the table lamp next to him began to shake. The blondie drew in his breath sharply and with that he pushed all the stuff that was on the table off the furniture with all his strength. The clattering of the lavish, empty whiskey glasses as they hit the floor and the buzzing of the lamp filled the huge room and almost completely suppressed the sound of the man's wrathful panting. Draco Malfoy felt indescribable anger, the dark magic flowing in his entire body wanted to burst out. Control yourself.

For a few seconds he stood still among the broken glasses, then with a negligent gesture he brushed them aside with his black shoes, then turned to the window from where the moonlight already sneaked in, meaning it was getting late. But he didn't care about it, he had to find the girl.

Yes, he must find and kill her, just like he did so with the others.

***

Pray the Lord your soul to keep,

You got problems now, my friend

Hermione Granger wouldn't have thought that she would spend the next few years with constant escaping. The Death Eaters practically followed her all the time, more often than not a young blond-haired young man who was once a classmate of hers at Hogwarts, but now only a filthy Death Eater, nothing else. She wouldn't have even thought that Draco would follow in his father's footsteps and would turn to the dark side, but somehow he still did. It burned into her memory forever how those two, certain words left the young man's mouth and then, Ginny Weasley's lifeless body dropped to Hermione's feet. There, at that moment, she failed to keep something for good. Faith, hope, happiness. They all came to an end when the members of the Order began to be taken out one by one – she was the only one alive, perhaps due to her luck or fate. Nevertheless the young witch has taken it as a curse. A curse that forces her to watch how her loved ones are slain by the Death Eaters' hands.

A tear rolled down on Hermione's face as she came back from the world of her memories and found herself in the forest of Devonshire, which was rather spine-chilling late at night. The owls were hooting fiercely on the branches of the trees, sometimes the music of a crow could be heard in the moonlit night, and Hermione had no idea what time it was. She assumed it to be around midnight, so after a deep breath she went on continuing her route before the Death Eaters could trace her. She had no desire to change her position, however she must do so if she didn't want to end up dead.

As she walked deeper into the woods a grim feeling began to take over her; she couldn't really wrap her mind around it owing to the fact that no one else would be lurking in an abandoned English forest that is far enough from the city and villages, except her. Hermione, all of a sudden, stopped then looked around cautiously; beneath her feet leaves and branches were crackling which split into two as a consequence of her weight. She turned her head to the right which she regretted instantly in that moment; a sharp pain shot up her face. She placed her hand automatically on the scratch, and she was reluctant to find that the protruding branch had so deeply cut her skin that her blood began to spring from the wound.

“Great,” she murmured then wiped her bloody hand carelessly on her trousers.

She could only hope to get out of the forest before the wolves smelled the scent of blood.

It would lead to so much trouble, in addition to having zero mood and energy to deal with wolves, perhaps to fight. She had greater problems than this. She sighed profoundly, then turned right, deciding that her bleeding wound and the wolves cut no ice – and in minutes she finally found a path. The feeling of relief filled the young witch as she didn't need to go a long way to reach the place where she could Apparate.

Then it happened unexpectedly. She was entirely unprepared for this. If she didn't have a great sense of hearing maybe she wouldn't have been able to catch it; but Hermione did have a good hearing, furthermore the forest was silent, even the smallest noise could be heard. It was a faint pop, indicating that someone's just Apparated. A small, soundless swearing left the mouth of the ex-Gryffindor girl, and she cursed herself for not having left the woods of Devonshire earlier. There was a crackling of twigs right behind her and she gradually realized that it was too late. This is the end. Her lips were trembling, her hand gripping tightly her wand, and the crackling voice was getting more and more harsh, and then suddenly faded away. 

He stopped.

She didn't need to turn around to figure out who was standing behind her. She almost sensed the dark magicflickering in the air, the evil vitality entirely surrounded her and the forest as well. Hermione spun around with leaden steps facing Malfoy, clutching her wand so firmly that her fingers grew white. There was a triumphant and frightening grin on the man's face, from which the witch had a strong urge to vomit and she felt like the world was twirling around her. Her heart was beating rapidly against her chest, and the panic began to slowly but steadily overcome her.

Out of nowhere Hermione swirled around and started to run.

You can run,

You can run,

I don't mind

Draco laughed out loud at her cowardice. Pathetic.

“You can run, Granger, but I'll catch you,” the blonde boy shouted from a great distance, treading on the heels of the witch.

He was chasing her viciously, coming after her like a shadow that soon absorbed its master. He was right behind her, just like certain death which came for her. He craved to drag her down, deeper and deeper so she could not run away. Dark magic gained control over Draco, and he felt as if something transmundane settled in him. There was one single goal floating in front of his eyes; to capture the mudblood and to slam her to the filthy ground where she has always belonged. He'll show her where her rightful place is, he will show no mercy. He was trailing closely behind her – he knew his desire would soon be downright satisfied.

Hermione's ears were ringing as a consequence of the crackling noises which the underbrush made under her feet. Her face was getting more and more covered with scratches and her immaculate skin flushed red, but she didn't even care. She saw the word 'get out' before her eyes. I can not die, I can't die. Not like this!

The young witch screamed loudly as a root jutting out caught her leg and fell on her stomach. Smelling the wet leaves and the soil she began to feel nauseous again, and was afraid she would be seeing her dinner soon. With the help of her hands she crawled to her feet and shook the dirt off of herself .The blood flowing from the wound on her forehead covered her right cheek with a long, straight line which was mingled with a little mud. She almost felt her lungs wrenched from her chest, but she couldn't afford to stop. She had to run.

She set off again casting curses behind her to slow down the young Death Eater, but none of them hit the blonde boy. However Hermione was suddenly struck by a stunning spell, so she could come face to face with the ground again.

She rolled onto her back while pressing a hand to her head that became more and more unbearable. And when she heard that someone came to a halt right in front of her, she glanced up carefully and her brown eyes widened in horror at the sight.

You saw things that shook your core,

Things you've never seen before

Draco Malfoy towered above her, his pale skin was stained by red marks, obviously he had run into a couple of branches. He was panting intensely, his chest rising up and down, his gray eyes almost seemed entirely bloodshot. The young witch shivered unintentionally.
The whole situation was just like a gruesome dream where the ex-slytherin boy is the beast, and Hermione is the prey, and it was only a matter of time when the beast would demolish its victim. The ex-Gryffindor girl lay on the ground saying nothing, waiting for Malfoy to finally cast the deadly curse, however, nothing happened. They stared at each other silently for a few minutes, until Draco by and by grew weary of it, and stepping closer to her the boy gripped the girl's wavy curls and then yanked Hermione to her feet by her hair. A painful cry escaped from Hermione's throat.

“Did you really think I was going to let you run away? When I finally got to lay hold of you?” he hissed in her face, and Hermione felt a strong urge to slap the boy across the face.
“If you want to kill me so much, then do it. Do it, Malfoy, don't hesitate!” gasped the ex-gryffindor, pushing him in a provocative manner.

Draco breathed in sharply.

“Let's have some fun first,” he whispered, his voice sounded even more menacing than usual.

With that phrase he pushed the girl to the ground once again not giving her a chance to say anything – the boy fished out his wand within seconds aiming it at Hermione who, with her head lifted up, was looking at him. As if she tried to mock me, Malfoy thought to himself, and his hands suddenly began to quiver. Hermione noticed it and a scornful grin appeared on her lips.

“So, what now? Don't have the courage to cast a curse on me?” She tried to seem confident but her voice trembled, just like she did.
“Crucio!“

It was a simple word yet it was of enormous significance. And of immeasurable pain. Hermione did not even remember how much pain and torture came with the cruciatus curse, it was like her body was being ripped into two, she began to feel dizzy, and she was afraid that something might make a mess in her brain. She felt pain similar to being stabbed with knives multiple times, cutting deeper and deeper, her face became wet by her tears.

She had no idea for how many minutes she could have been under the curse, but she knew one thing for sure – it seemed like eternity. Then suddenly, she felt nothing. Have I died?

The world seemed completely blurred in front of her as she opened her brown eyes, and she could not clearly see when someone crouched down beside her. Malfoy. Hermione groaned agonizingly, the repercussion of the cruciatus curse spread through her whole body.

“See, you mudblood” began the blondie, “you're where you belong. Filth.”

Hermione spat Draco in the face.

“Go and die, Malfoy,” she replied with her hand cautiously and unobtrusively grabbing her wand.
“Your wishes, Granger, are very touching, but only one person will die here and that's going to be you,” the young Death Eater sighed dramatically while wiping Hermione's saliva off his face, then with his gray irises looked at the sky full of stars.
“I wouldn't be so sure about this,” she said, tilting her head to the side then lifted her wand. “Stupor!”

Draco startlingly got struck by the stunning curse making a direct hit on him, thanks to which he flew a few feet back, therefore the ex-gryffindor girl had time to get up from the ground. She could only take a few steps when she felt that her left arm got caught by the Sectumsempra curse, and the deep wound began to bleed. Damn it! She hissed when she pressed the palm of her hand against the cut, from which the dark red liquid began to flow within seconds and glided down her hand, then finally dropped to the muddy ground. A desperate shout left Hermione's throat, she lifted her other arm then aimed her wand at Malfoy, who in the meantime stood only a few feet away from his former classmate with a vile grin on his lips.

Truth gonna come out, someday

It's gonna wipe that smile right off your face

Both of them were clutching to their wands and aiming them at each other as they walked slowly, cautiously round and round. They were both prepared to lunge forward, the branches and leaves were crackling pitifully under their feet.

“Lower your arm, Granger. We both know that you are not a killer” the man broke the silence, shaking his head slightly .

“Wanna bet?” the ex-gryffindor girl raised her eyebrows.”Avada Kedavra!”

The killer curse nearly hit Draco in the head but smashed into one of the trees which at once surrendered and fell over. The features of the man was shadowed for a moment with a twinge of fear, then a wide smirk spread across his face. Hermione swallowed.

“Capitulatus!”
“Protego!”

They stopped. For minutes they only looked at each other in silence, neither of them had enough courage to move. In the woods nothing but their heavy breathing could be heard, which sometimes got broken up by the hooting of the owls. Malfoy narrowed his gray eyes, and Hermione without blinking stared at her opponent. They followed each other's small movements with their eyes, the tension was almost palpable, unbearable, and surrounded them completely. While the young witch wanted to get even with the other, Draco was driven by vengeance. The air was filled with darkness and light, it was like they repelled each other.
Then without warning and without notice; it happened. It was a tiny, faint movement, almost aerial. An arm was raised in the air and that specific curse was revealed.

  “Avada Kedavra!”

The killer curse made a triumphant hit.

But you can run

You can run.

THE END.